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Coyote Treatment

By Zrathie

Strapped up in darkness and immobility, the coyote laid spread-eagle on the bed. Terry's arms and legs were spread out and held down in segufix strapping at his waist, wrists, forearms, thighs and ankles. He was wearing a tight rubber helmet that encased his muzzle and head. He had breathing tubes for his nose and force-feeding tubes for his throat and was blindfolded.

Around Terry's waist was a plastic-backed canine-model diaper. It was an all-through-the-night model designed for truly incontinent creatures. His wolf caretaker had also added a thick soaker pad to it. The extra puffy bulk was currently dry, but the coyote had been encouraged to use it. Before bed, he had been fed two large fluid bags: cranberry juice and iced tea. As a natural diuretic, tea would threaten most creatures' nighttime continence.

It was morning now, and he could feel the sun's heat coming in from the window in the bedroom. The overhydration of fluid and lack of bathroom breaks meant he needed to pee. His full bladder throbbed. He continued to hold on, hoping his captor would let him use the toilet this morning.

There was a sound as one of the wolves entered the room. Terry listened as the wolf walked to his bedside and fidgeted with his feeding pipes.

"Good morning, Terry. You're late for your date with Mr. Fire Hydrant. I've given you plenty of time to get ready for him. What's the hold-up?" teased the wolf.

Terry recognised the voice belonged to Danny.

"Often, our guests have a late-night date with him, and we see the aftermath in the morning," said Danny.

His bladder throbbed with a much more drastic need than most mornings. Terry was a little surprised he had not awoken in the night to drain himself. The coyote squirmed in his bonds.

"I've brought you some water. We don't want you to get dehydrated," said the wolf.

Soon, a steady trickle of water flowed down into his maw. The coyote swallowed; there wasn't a choice. His bloated bladder twinged as he drank down more and more of the fluid. He could hear the wolf walk out of the room, leaving him to gulp down the steady flow.

Danny returned to the kitchen and joined his partner Vincent at the table.

"What's the plan for the coyote today?" asked Danny.

"A full diaper messing. I want to test my new diaper filler breakfast. How was Terry's date with Mr. Fire Hydrant?" asked Vincent.

"He didn't visit him last night after drinks, but he's eager to meet him this morning. I set up a breakfast date to see if the two hit it off," said Danny.

"I'm not surprised he has held out. He's a holder, that's for sure. It will make it interesting for us," said Vincent.

Vincent went to the kitchen. He opened the upper cabinet where the wolves kept their bathroom control medications. The tallest self-contained the most potent laxatives and diuretics. These were more for punishment and left the creature no doubt they had been drugged with something bowel eviscerating. The next shelf contained more moderate medications. From there, he took Bulk Fibre agent No. 3.

Next, he took a packet of NuLax fruit laxative and closed the cupboard. Vincent's plan for coyote bowel incontinence was intended to create a genuine need to void. Terry's bowels would be packed with a slippery, soft, hard-to-hold stool, which Terry could hold actively only to be worn down after several hours and forced to void. The mix had to be strong enough to eventually overcome the coyote's efforts at holding their bowels but not too strong, making them feel incontinent or helpless to the effect of a drug.

For his coyote charge, there had to be a battle. Terry had to feel like they could win and hold out. Like playing a slot machine in a casino, there is a feeling of a chance of winning, but players never beat the house. Terry had to feel his eventual accident was HIS fault, not Vincent's.

Vincent was obsessed with training adult babies and diaper lovers. He wanted to guide them across the taboo of wetting and messing gently. Find out what they like and reproduce it, making their fantasies authentic.

While Vincent was making breakfast, Danny returned to Terry. The wolf clutched a weapon. It was a large feather. The wolf entered the guest room and checked Terry's bound form. The coyote's feeding bag hung loose and empty. The coyote's diaper was still dry; the wetness indicator lines were a solid blue.

Danny crouched down and got closer to his target. Terry's foot paws twitched a little bit. They were beaded in sweat. It dripped down over the central pad to the sheet below. Danny could tell Terry was busting for a leak. He could leave it for another half hour, but he wanted to force the issue.

The wolf brushed the tip of the feather across Terry's bound right foot paw. The reaction was instant. The coyote giggled into his gag and ripped the foot paw away like Danny had stuck a burning fire poker into his paw instead of a soft, ticklish feather. Due to his bondage, he could only move his foot paw an inch; it was still within Danny's reach.

The wolf brushed the feather lightly over Terry's paw pads. He savoured every twitch and suppressed giggle from the coyote.

Danny quickly swapped to the left foot paw. This made Terry wiggle and squirm at the unexpected change. Danny could see the coyote was still hanging on but was slowly losing his focus.

Danny began to attack Terry's foot paws with a random pattern. The wolf savoured every moment as the coyote tried to cross his legs or wiggle his foot paws away. Suddenly, there was a hissing sound. Looking down, Danny could see Terry was beginning to wet his diaper. The wolf pulled back and watched as the coyote pissed his diaper.

The high-pressure stream of coyote piss hissed out as it hit the backing of the diaper. Terry groaned in his gag. The poor coyote must be feeling relief. It was perfect timing because Vincent entered the room with a feeding bag full of a fibre-rich, bowel movement-encouraging, semi-liquid meal. Danny couldn't help but grin at his handy work as the coyote continued to piss profusely into his thick diaper padding.

Terry didn't know what was happening in the room. His latex helmet blocked his vision. He pissed out the last of his bladder and felt his pee soak into the diaper, keeping the fur of his crotch relatively dry. Danny or Vincent was fiddling with his feeding gag again. He didn't know if they would make him drink or something else. The straps around his arms and across his middle were being undone, and soon, he was helped up into a sitting position on the bed. Pillows were stacked behind him, and he felt the weight shifting inside the feeding tube.

A nipple inside his maw began to swell until it disgorged a gritty paste into his mouth. He hesitated to swallow, but another dollop was soon deposited. The paste tasted somewhat sweet, but the texture was horrible. Terry swallowed before a third lump was added. The coyote knew this was a trick, and whatever this slop was, it was indeed a concoction designed to make him erupt from his backside, much like the fluid had made him wet just then.

The thought made the coyote shudder. Terry knew he would need to void his bowels sometime today, and it didn't look like the diapers were coming off. More slop slid out of the feeding nipple; Terry gulped it down. He had no choice and felt it better to focus on things he could control.

The coyote was fed for several minutes. More straps were undone, and the wet diaper was removed. A damp cloth was wiped across Terry's genitals and butt cheeks. He was dried off with a towel after that. The feeding pipes were disconnected from his helmet as he was dried off. Gentle hand paw encouraged him to lift his rear end as a clean diaper was slid under his rump. A few puffs of talc and it was being taped up.

Terry knew he was going for a drive today but was still determining where or which wolf would drive him about. He was helped to a standing position and guided from the guest room. Terry was directed to what he knew was the home's garage.

One of the wolves began to unbuckle the back of his helmet. The wolf stopped when it was loose and plugged something into the feeding tubes. An air hiss signalled the bulbs' deflation, holding the feeding tubes behind his teeth. The wolf gently peeled up the rubber covering Terry's neck, turning the rubber hood inside out as he rolled it past his eyes and face. Next came his muzzle. The wolf teased out the nostril breathing tubes and deflated bulbs from the coyote's mouth.

The nasal breathing tubes burned when they went in, and it was confirmed when they were being teased out of his nasal passage. Terry sneezed as they left his nose; he covered his mouth with his paw. He could see Danny now. The wolf placed the drool-covered hood on a towel on a table and smiled at Terry.

They were indeed in the garage.

The wolf opened his car door and ushered Terry into the back. A single upscaled infant-styled car seat was strapped in the backseat's centre. Danny helped Terry into it and began doing up the five-point seat belt. The wolf clacked all the buckles home before leaving the car and closing the door.

The upscaled car seats were diabolical devices designed to promote bladder and bowel incontinence for their passengers. The seat's thick thigh padding spread Terry's thighs wide. When he eventually needed to pee again, he would be locked in a bladder-stress position. He would be unable to get into a better stance to hold out. He would be forced to hold his full bladder with his legs open, providing no mercy for his kegel muscles.

The seat's base kept his diapered rear spread. His tail star was relaxed in a wide open position. He was suspended an inch or so above the centre by the concave shape of its cushion. It mimicked the situation of being on the toilet. The seat prevented him from clenching down on his tail hole or crossing his legs into a bowel-holding posture.

He was sure if he needed to take a shit, he wouldn't be able to hold back for long with all this mechanical encouragement. Terry took the wolf's absence to check for weaknesses in his bonds. The five seatbelts were connected to a central buckle. The seatbelt buckle had a tiny release button recessed deep in the clasp. He couldn't press it with a finger or claw tip; it must have been what the metal rod on Danny's key chain was for.

Terry wasn't as restrained as he had been in one of these car seats the first time. Still, he was trapped. He worked a hand paw under each belt and tried to loosen them. He had no luck. When he came to the crotch strap, he worked his fingers under the belt between the plastic backing of his diaper and the seatbelt strap.

Terry squeezed his crotch, trying to see what kind of stimulation he could get if he had to get himself off. It was good to know he could work his cock if needed, either with his paw wedged in like this or humping the air using the strapping as physical stimulation. It wasn't a stealth option because his rubbery paw pads and plastic backing squeaked and creaked loudly. He removed his hand paw from its lewd position.

Even if he could open the buckle, the fact he was bottomless and wearing an adult diaper would stop him from escaping due to the humiliation alone. This was with a clean diaper and would have been worse if he had used it.

Terry took stock of his bodily needs. He could already feel a twinge in his bladder. It was unsurprising with the amount of fluids they had forced into him this morning. He did feel a bit of bloating, having skipped his morning shit; he was fine but would need one before the end of the day.

Danny walked past the door and opened the front driver's side door. Danny got in and started the engine. The garage door opened to reveal a suburban street. Terry was protected from view with blacked-out rear windows, but he could still be seen through the windshield if a creature looked closely enough.

The car slowly drove out onto the driveway and stopped before turning onto the street. It was an innocent-looking neighbourhood. No one would suspect a kinkster's dungeon was built into one of the homes. Danny drove down the winding roadways towards the exit of the subdivision.

"We're going for a bit of a joyride to nowhere in particular," said Danny.

It was out on the highway when the coyote began feeling a powerful need to wee. It had been creeping up on Terry over the last hour. He flexed his toe beans, opening and closing his foot paws. It was a subtle effort to displace the growing need in his bladder. The car seat kept his legs spread wide, focusing his attention on his bladder.

Over the next half hour, Terry tried to ignore his urge. The other desire in his bowels had grown to a 3/10 on the need-to-shit scale. His primary concern was still his bladder. He held out more but decided to pee, even just a little. He let out a two-second burst to take the edge off. Terry relaxed his muscles and cut loose for two seconds. He stopped the flow. Terry could feel his leak get sucked up in the soft padding. The wet feeling didn't take the cap off his bladder control; instead, it was like a switch turned on in his libido.

The coyote firmed up until he had an embarrassing full erection inside the diaper padding. Even under the thickness, his bulge was viable. All Danny had to do was look at him in his rear vision mirror to see how badly Terry needed a visit from Mrs. Palm and her five daughters.

The only thing that put a dampener on his budding arousal was the renewed urge to pee. The coyote gave up on holding as his erection retreated into his sheath. The flow of coyote urine resumed soon after. He pissed out the rest of his hot coyote pee. It was a welcome feeling. Terry sighed as the last of his urine absorbed the swelling padding.

Vrrrrrrr! Uuu Vrrrrrr!

The sound filled the car's cabin. It was coming from under Terry's car seat. Powerful vibrations ran up from under him. They were centred on his crotch.

Vrrrrrrr! Uuu Vrrrrrr!

"It looks like your second date with Mr. Fire Hydrant is going well," purred Danny.

The wolf kept his eyes on his eyes on the road like he was discussing the most normal thing in the world. The car seat design even worked against staying chaste as the part of the seat under Terry's balls was convex, pushing upwards into the crotch of his diaper. Due to the strapping and concave seat section under his anus, he had to put his weight there.

Vrrrrrrr! Uuu Vrrrrrr!

The intense vibrations shuddered up through his thick padding and into his balls. The swollen padding cupped and hugged his genitals, transferring the sensations into his sexual organs. His pee was still warm, and the dampness felt sinfully enticing. Terry was NOT sexually attached to diapers; while he had a thing for desperation, it didn't transfer to diapers themselves.

He looked out the window and tried to keep his mind off the stimulation. It worked for only a minute. His canine cock began to stiffen. Terry thought about things that turned him off and made the tapered tip of his sheath slide back home. Again, this was only a temporary solution as the relentless vibrations soon made him begin to stiffen again.

Vrrrrrrr! Uuu Vrrrrrr!

There was a point of no return where his erection swelled into the tight, soft padding and was being stimulated from all sides. "Mr. Fire Hydrant" was good at what he did. Terry let his mind wander. He remembered some recent self-play wetting scenes he had set up for himself. The first one was making himself do house chores dressed in denim overalls over his clothes. He had been holding for hours and was doing the dishes at the sink when he finally pissed himself all over the kitchen floor.

Vrrrrrrr! Uuu Vrrrrrr!

The next scene was him wearing his underwear and standing in the shower as he wiggled and fidgeted. He held his bladder until he physically couldn't anymore. The fact that the end of a wetting scene was often followed by a masturbation session primed Terry's brain that it was time for sex.

Terry was panting as his knot slipped out into his diaper. The new addition to the car seat was doing its best to drive the coyote to cream himself. The piss-soaked padding squeezed extra close to his knot as the seat's hidden vibrators worked their magic.

Vrrrrrrr! Uuu Vrrrrrr!

This was it! Terry could feel his orgasm building in his balls. He felt it roll over him until he began creaming his diaper with thick ropes of coyote cum. Pulse after pulse until he was spent. Danny had clicked off the controls on the vibrators. Terry was left gulping and panting.

"We keep adding features to these car seats. You're the first to try the vibrators outside of our tests,"

The coyote panted and huffed for several minutes. Terry took stock of his situation. His bladder was good, having just been emptied, and so were his sexual needs that only left his bowels. They were just beginning to get uncomfortable at 5/10 on the need-to-shit scale. He hoped they wouldn't drive too much fervour. They needed to go back.

The car took an exit off the freeway and down a country road. The coyote watched as corn fields filled up each side of the road. Danny slowed down and took a turn into a single-lane paved road. The wolf had turned into a creature's driveway for all Terry knew.

"There's a hidden rest stop owned by a friend. It's more little-themed but private enough for a diaper change," said Terry.

A small brick building came into view. There was a car park with space for three machines. Danny packed the car and hopped out. The wolf opened the back passenger's door and leaned inside. The wolf held his car keys, and a long blunt-tipped pin was on the keychain. Danny used it to open Terry's seat belt buckle.

Terry was a little anxious to go outside, but after a quick look around, he saw he was out of view in a remote country lane. As he stood on the pavement, his diaper drooped lower under the weight of piss and cum absorbed inside it. Terry walked over to the building, wanting to be out of sight.

Danny opened the lock on the door and guided Terry inside. The room was set up like a nursery with a pastel blue paint job. There was an adult-sized changing table with medical restraints rolled and stacked neatly on shelves under it. On a wall was an arsenal of bathroom control removal drugs, laxatives, suppositories, and enema equipment. There was a cabinet with a glass door filled with different models of diapers, from sissy pink frilly ones to infantile cartoon designs to more blank institutional models.

Danny went to a back door and unlocked it. Terry saw the smaller room had a toilet inside before the wolf closed the door. Terry studied the room more. There was a shelf piled with stuffed toys and other toys. The whole place was private, with high-up frosted windows filling the space with natural light. There was the sound of a flushing toilet before a tap ran. Danny emerged from the bathroom.

"I better get you changed," he said.

Terry rested on the changing table and didn't put up a fuss. He was getting a clean diaper and didn't want to be forced to wear a wet one for the drive back. Danny undid the tapes of Terry's diaper and slid it out from under him.

"Down the back, fudge is made, but at the front is lemonade," said Danny in a sing-song voice.

"Watch it, wolf, I'm not those role-play types," said Terry.

Danny merely balled up the used diaper and placed it into a diaper pail. Danny cleaned and dried him up using flannels and warm, soapy water from the sink inside the room. The wolf grinned and returned with a clean diaper, a simple canine-style model with a high capacity. Terry was more worried by the fudge comment because his fudge level was up to 6/10. He hoped they would start heading back after this. Terry wanted to avoid thinking of the topic of fudge.

After a few hours of travel, Terry was glad to be in a clean diaper and on the way back towards the wolf's residence. Terry recognised that they were nearing Danny's suburb. The wolf looked back at the coyote in the rear vision mirror.

"Hey, how are you going back there? Need the restroom?" asked Danny.

"No, I'm fine," answered Terry.

The coyote wasn't okay. Terry was 7/10 on the need-to-shit scale, and it was getting harder and harder to hold on. His upright sitting position and his arse just hovering over the seat put real pressure on his anus. He wouldn't have to hold it for much longer, and the consent contract stated that the scene would end once he was back in the lounge room of Danny and Vincent's home.

The car pulled into the driveway, and the garage door opened with a click of Danny's remote. Terry was 8/10 on the need-to-shit scale. He had made it but had to bear down on his anus every minute. It would be a struggle, but he could avoid his pants-soiling fate if he tried hard enough. The garage door began closing after the car was parked inside the garage. With a click, Danny undid his seatbelt and opened the door.

Danny came to the back of the car and opened the coyote's door. He leaned in and stroked Terry's head fur.

"Since you're doing fine, you don't mind if I have a quick private chat with my partner," said Danny.

It was more of a statement than a question because Danny quickly closed the door, leaving Terry in darkness. That was until he reached the light switch for the garage, turning it on as he walked past. To Terry's dismay, the 'yote would have to hold it for however long Danny would be. After lying to him several minutes ago, he kept silent because he didn't want to admit to the wolf that he needed to shit.

Terry groaned with distress once he was sure Danny was out of earshot. He tried to bring his 'yote paws together and get his legs closer, but the car seat padding won out, forcing his sleek, sweaty paw pads apart.

Everything was working against the coyote. Terry's car seat positioning and the mild laxative made his stool soft and slippery, stimulating his bowels. He was running out of time.

Inside, Danny moved further into the house. Danny quickly found Vincent in their bedroom. The other wolf was listening in on a baby monitor.

"I just have to hold it," Came Terry's voice from the speaker.

"Listening in already?" Asked Danny.

"It reconnected when you pulled in, and yes. I wanted to find out if my recipe worked," said Vincent with a smile.

"Terry made it back, but I don't think he has much time left," said Danny.

"You're evil leaving him in the car like that," said Vincent.

"I had to be done. The coyote fibbed to me that they didn't need to go to the toilet," said Danny.

"I'll have to add a more laxative, or we could get them back about an hour later. It's a challenge to plan an accident. Bodies aren't computers. You can't just program them when to void," said Vincent.

Danny leaned down and kissed Vincent's wolf chops with forceful lupine licks. He broke the kiss and leaned in close to his partner.

"I'm sure he has an acute need to go. His paws are sweaty, and that's always a tell. We can slip him into the highchair and feed him dinner if you want him to pop. It should be enough to remove the last of his self-control," purred Danny before nibbling on one of Vincent's ears.

The speaker broadcasts Terry's gulping and panting. Huffing and puffing, filling the room with his desperate sounds.

Danny reached down and squeezed Vincent's erection. He knew his wolf and how he loved making other creatures' bladders or bowels full and desperate. Vincent mouthed Danny's neck fur, dragging his canines through the pile of his lover's neck.

"I won't, I won't do a movement," Terry said aloud.

Vincent and Danny continued to make out. Tongues were entwined, and paws were exploring and rubbing. Danny playfully pushed his partner down on the bed and pinned him into place. Danny let out a soft play growl.

"I suppose I should go rescue him," said Danny.

"We must continue this after Dinner, and our guest has settled in for the night," said Vincent.

Danny leaned down and licked his wolf lover's nose.

"You 'betcha," Danny purred.

Terry was relieved, to say the least when Danny returned. He put on his poker face as the wolf unbuckled him from the car seat. Terry felt relief as Danny exited the car and could stand with his legs together. He had much more confidence he could reach the toilet in time. Danny ushered him to the kitchen instead of the living room, and the end of this scene.

"Vincent has cooked us dinner," said Danny.

Terry wanted to use the loo first but was still too proud to admit it. He went to sit down in one of the dining chairs, but Danny took his hand.

"I know you don't like infantilism, but I insist you try the highchair," said the wolf.

Terry complied. The sooner this meal was over, the sooner he could escape to the bathroom. He sat down in the adult-sized highchair, and Danny slid the tray back and locked it into place. He would be trapped until Danny let him out again.

While Danny locked him into the highchair, Vincent served dinner. It was a creamy bacon pasta. The wolf served it in bowls. The wolf soon placed the heaped plate of pasta in front of Terry.

The heavy meal was pushing his need to shit up to 9/10. He was only halfway through eating it and was already fighting significant cramps. Danny discreetly ran a hand paw over the locking buckle and felt there was a padlock over the latch keeping the tray in place. He could not undo it. He could lift himself out of the high chair as he wasn't strapped in, but it would be obvious he was making a run for it.

A few minutes later, Terry swallowed the last few bites of his meal.

"It's been fun, fellers, but how about we call it quits for this session," said Terry.

The wolf tried to act naturally but only had a minute or two to reach the toilet.

"Okay, Let me get the key to the highchair from the nursery; I'll be right back," said Danny.

It didn't take long for the wolf to return. Danny opened the lock with a click and removed the tray for the highchair. Terry pretended he wasn't bursting to shit himself and slinked out of the chair and room as Danny turned his attention back to Vincent. He had to get to the toilet.

His shaky hand paw reached for the door handle of the master bathroom. He pushed it down and found the door was locked. Terry let out a groan.

"Need to use the toy-toy?" purred Danny.

The wolf was right behind him. He was so focused on his needs that he did not notice the wolf was there. There was no point in lying to him.

"K-Kinda," said Terry.

Vincent walked into the hallway. Danny turned to his partner.

"Terry says he needs to use the toy-toy," he said.

Terry's ears fell flat to his head, and his tail tucked between his legs.

"Did you two stop to use one on your drive today?" asked Vincent.

"I did, but not Terry," replied Danny.

"That means the last time he went was before he arrived yesterday," said Vincent.

"Please, I have to go," said Terry.

"Are you sure you don't want a slice of cake first," said Danny.

He had run out of time. A slippery log of his long-held fasces slid past his anal ring. He tried to clamp down, but it only forced more of the mass out into the seat of his diaper. He was helpless as more of the massive log emerged.

"Oh, looks like he's going to the toy-toy in his diapers," said Vincent.

The mass balled up into the seat of his diaper. Finally, after what was, in reality, took a few seconds, but to Terry, it felt like hours, he passed the first log of faecal matter. He pushed out more of his shit, giving in to his needs.

"You might as well let it all go," said Danny.

The wolf was right; Terry bent his knees and squeezed more of his shit into his drooping diapers. The Wolves had won this game.